Zhang Hai knocked on the study door, "Dad, can I co in? I have sothing to tell you."
Hearing this voice, Zhang Jiang knew Zhang Hai must be anxious. Indeed, it would be strange if he wasn’t.
After hearing his youngest son’s voice, Zhang Fugui said, "Co in."
When Zhang Hai entered the study, he imdiately glanced at Zhang Jiang, noticing he was standing, which instantly eased his mind, as standing probably ant the old man was giving a lecture.
"What’s up," Zhang Fugui asked, feeling a bit of a headache, wondering what Zhang Hai intended to say.
This, well, Zhang Hai glanced at Zhang Jiang and Zhang Yu, and they instantly knew he didn’t want them to know.
Fine, if they don’t know, they don’t know. Otherwise, if sothing happened, they wouldn’t co out well from it.
"Dad, I’ll go out first."
"Grandpa, I’ll leave too."
Zhang Hai was quite satisfied with their understanding. However, what he had to say wasn’t really a secret, and there was no need to hide it. "Second brother, you don’t need to leave."
"I just told Zhang Yutong that I want a divorce." Zhang Hai straightforwardly expressed his intention.
Hearing Zhang Hai’s words, Zhang Fugui wasn’t too surprised. "Have you thought it through?"
"Have you thought about how to talk to Yinghao about this?" Zhang Fugui was worried about how his little grandson would feel.
Zhang Jiang smirked. See, even when it cos to divorce, he’s concerned about how the little grandson would feel. Truly, the youngest son and grandson are the old man’s treasures.
For Zhang Fugui to care so much about his grandson wasn’t surprising to Zhang Yu. After all, he’s the third-generation successor, and the old man would certainly be attentive.
"I haven’t talked to him yet, but you know Yinghao, he’s really sensible." Zhang Hai had been wondering how the old man would react when he heard about the divorce.
Hearing the old man only ask those two questions, especially the latter about whether he had spoken to Zhang Yinghao, Zhang Hai felt relieved.
No matter what, as long as the old man still cared about his grandson, this matter could be handled easily. At least he still had his son on his side.
"Alright, I was thinking of picking up Yinghao tomorrow to talk to him about this. Since you’ve already made up your mind, you talk to him." Zhang Fugui preferred Zhang Hai handle it. If he could resolve it, all the better.
"Also, if you’ve really decided to divorce, you need to handle matters on the Zhang Family’s side." Zhang Fugui couldn’t help but frown. Even though Yinghao is the grandson on the Zhang side, more importantly, he’s the Zhang Family’s grandson.
"I’ve already told Zhang Yutong." Zhang Hai ntioned what he had left for Zhang Yutong, "After all, she’s the mother of my child. After so many years of marriage, she’s just taken too much care of her family."
"I thought it best to part on good terms." Zhang Hai said generously.
Hearing Zhang Hai’s generous words, Zhang Yu sneered inwardly. Sure, he thought it was generous, but was it really?
A divorced woman holding so many things, fueled by so opportunists, who wouldn’t be interested in her?
To say nothing of that, just within the Zhang Family, knowing Zhang Yutong holds so much, how could they not covet it? How could they have no thoughts?
If Zhang Yutong could retain these things and later leave them to Zhang Yinghao, and if the latter smoothly rose to power, he could still look after her a bit.
If he didn’t rise smoothly to power, Zhang Yutong would not only squander those things but also expect Zhang Yinghao to supplent her here and there. Given Zhang Yinghao’s nature, he’d undoubtedly ignore Zhang Yutong.
Zhang Jiang also glanced at the third brother, really, what a scholar, calculating people so slickly, while speaking generously, was actually digging a pit.
Once Zhang Yutong was no longer Zhang Hai’s wife, there’d surely be people plotting against her. Given the Zhang Family’s ssy situation, many would definitely do so. Who knows if she can fend them off.
Forget it, she’s not our wife; why worry so much? The one good thing is, "You and your wife’s divorce is a good thing. At least when your father-in-law cos around, he won’t lecture this child or that child, speaking as if he’s all-knowing."
"Yeah, how could I have forgotten?" Zhang Jiang thought aloud, imdiately rushing out. Seeing Zhang Family people still there at the staircase, he felt relieved.
"Mr. Zhang, actually, I wanted to ask you sothing just now." Zhang Jiang was in an exceptionally good mood.
The Zhang couple saw Zhang Jiang, and imdiately thought, oh no, this guy’s a hooligan. Despite Zhang Fugui’s scoldings, he didn’t care one bit.
"Second brother, don’t go too far." Though she was very dissatisfied with her family, she couldn’t stand by and watch Zhang Jiang bully her parents.
"Stop, Zhang Yutong, don’t call second brother. The third brother has already ntioned divorce to you. I know you don’t like to call second brother, thinking I’m a rogue."
"From now on, don’t call second brother; we won’t be relatives anymore."
"Mr. Zhang, I know you’ve taught and cultivated many excellent students your whole life. Of course, that’s what you say; I don’t know. All I know is that when you retired, you weren’t even a mid-level teacher, let alone a senior teacher."
"At best, you’re just a hardworking teacher." Zhang Jiang was very sarcastic. He never imagined that one day, he’d get to use in real life the scolding words he’d uttered at ho, and oh, how good he felt.
Mr. Zhang was always unwilling to admit why, upon retirent, he hadn’t been rated a mid-level or senior teacher. It was too much, and everyone usually avoided ntioning it, but now Zhang Jiang pointed it out so bluntly, nearly infuriating him to death.
But what could he do? It was clear that they weren’t being treated as relatives at all.
"Before, I was really curious why you weren’t rated mid-level. A senior level is difficult, but I’ve heard a mid-level isn’t hard. So why weren’t you rated as one?"
"Now I understand, your skill was average. People praised you because your daughter married Zhang Hai. Otherwise, who would respect you?"
Mr. Zhang knew Zhang Jiang wouldn’t spare any respect and would certainly speak sarcastically. But he never imagined he’d go so far, nearly driving him insane with anger.
"Zhang Jiang, how can you be so excessive?" Zhang Yutong knew her father’s level well. But Zhang Jiang was truly too excessive, truly shaful, and she couldn’t bear it any longer.
"I’m excessive? How am I excessive?" Zhang Jiang laughed. "Your old man gives all these lectures, behaving like he knows best how to educate children and that his teachings lead to success."
"I thought your father must be incredible, very capable. But it turns out your father is so capable that he raised a gambling grandson who owes high-interest loans."
"Mr. Zhang, I want to ask you, what’s your plan?"
"How do you plan to educate your grandson?"
"Without the Zhang Family as backing, how do you plan to settle your grandson’s debts?"
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